Description: I'll apologize for putting this up without even a first edit. I have not been sleeping and wrote this from my phone, and of course the Hide button no longer works. This is the cleaned up version ans I generally post.
Orange blossom arbors, that spoke to me. I'm a Florida girl and my great-grandma, who recently passed, had these amazing orange trees in her backyard. The fruit tasted like childhood. When she left and went to the nursing home, the trees died. It was very symbolic and heart-wrenching, when in all likelihood they probably caught something.
Anyway, the poem for being written on the spot is pretty fantastic.
I like it, I like the structure, and the story in it. I like the imagery and the kind of sadness it has.
as for the technical part (hopefully i'm not sounding rude just wanted to get it out of the way w/out putting extra words :P)
glenn = either Glenn or glen (depending on what you're going for)?
tumpet vines = trumpet vines? (Also I never knew the names for those thanks for that :D)
sepents = serpents?
alwaya = always?
arduos = arduous?